I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3763 -1820: Ancient Door_3

Lu Shi’s face was filled with a deathly intent as he quietly tore off the Demi-Saint’s Mysterious Decree behind his back, and uttered a single word:

“Confined!”

He looked at the two people around him, issuing a warning: “Do not mention this matter again.”

Tie Dameng opened his mouth but found himself unable to speak, forbidden by the command; he dared not resist and fell silent.

His thoughts shifted, trying a different approach, and found it was not confined, so he promptly spoke: “Old Lu, Shangfeng, who do you think that guy might be?”

Lu Shi’s expression darkened: “Shut up, Mengzi!”

Shangfeng Taoist trembled, too afraid to speak, and pointed towards the Fusang Battlefield: “Watch the show, Mengzi.”

…

Dai Xiu halted abruptly in mid-air.

Everyone looked towards the front of the battlefield and saw the Che Li Spear, charged with Holy Power, suddenly retracting its waves.

Dai Xiu, who was brimming with battle intent, suddenly lost the spiritual light in his eyes, hovering in mid-air looking like a puppet.

“Not good!”

Cheng Caizhi, Luo Hui, and Green Ghost, the three Saints, immediately sensed something amiss, shouting loudly: “Fantasy Sword Technique, be careful of being hit!”

On the ground, the burlap sack Bazhun’an smiled and glanced at the three Saints: “Already hit the mark.”

Unfit for solo battle!

This was a control technique similar to Heart Sword Technique – Heart Lake, which made Cheng Caizhi’s heart beat intensely. He immediately turned and looked at Luo Hui: “Let’s go together, we can’t afford to hesitate.”

“Alright.” Luo Hui nodded slightly, “This saint will stay at the rear, focusing on finding the array eye of the Fantasy Sword Technique.” She instantly pinched a spell.

Cheng Caizhi looked towards Green Ghost, the consumptive elder, with a deeply serious expression: “After Fairy Luo finds the array eye, the old man will be responsible for breaking it.” He pulled out the Yin Soul Talisman.

Cheng Caizhi nodded firmly, Holy Power surged: “Then this saint shall tackle Bazhun’an at the front…”

At this point, he sensed something was off.

How come both of you are responsible for non-essential parts? Did I call you here just to watch the show?

“You guys…”

Just as he spoke, Fairy Luo, known as Luo Hui, turned around, her elegant oval face now had tangled dry hair, sprouting a beard, turning into a shabby appearance: “Why look at this fairy? You assist in the battle with Dai Hui to kill Bazhun’an!”

Cheng Caizhi’s pupils shook, his saint’s will scanned Green Ghost.

Green Ghost had already turned around, but now his face changed from front to back, with his back even growing Bazhun’an’s shabby face: “Why look at this fairy? You assist in the battle with Dai Hui to kill Bazhun’an!”

Dai Hui?

He is called Dai Xiu!

Just as Cheng Caizhi was about to correct their wording, his lips moved, suddenly realizing what was truly important?

The true focus was that Luo Hui and Green Ghost had also been controlled by the burlap sack Bazhun’an’s Fantasy Sword Technique, or how could they transform into his appearance?

“You both, how can your willpower be so lacking…”

Cheng Caizhi’s words weren’t finished when suddenly he heard a voice from above the clouds, an urgent shout:

“Brother Cheng?”

“Cheng Caizhi!”

“Wake up, Saint Cheng!”

It was as if he was trapped inside a pitch-black box without a hint of daylight, everything in the world became immensely large, and he, Cheng Caizhi, tiny as dust.

Cheng Caizhi suddenly realized, could it be that the one with a feeble will subject to control was only himself?

“Bazhun’an!”

Turning his head, Cheng Caizhi’s anger erupted as he shouted, wanting to kill Bazhun’an, break the Fantasy Sword Technique, and escape the dark box.

But where was Bazhun’an now?

In the ruins of the tavern, only a tattered burlap sack remained, nothing else.

“Burlap sack?”

“Right, he was always carrying a burlap sack, what exactly is inside it?”

Cheng Caizhi was caught between shock and suspicion, sensing it was a trap.

He couldn’t locate the array eye of the illusion, only felt the burlap sack might be the key to breaking the situation, so he flew swiftly towards it.

The bulging burlap sack, like a beauty lying gracefully, shyly and quietly on the ground, incited an irresistible curiosity, wanting to peel away her mysterious cloth, to see what’s inside.

Cheng Caizhi eagerly bent down, grasped the tightly sealed mouth of the burlap sack, pulled the drawstrings to each side, and unsealed the mystery.

Dai Xiu! A big pancake face suddenly loomed close!